Dreams
An illusion of happiness
Another existance of being
One that we can neither touch or hold
But only feel
Something
Something theat offers
Promise
Hope
But never certainty
That would be too simple
But a reality
Lives behind it all
When we wake up
From sugarplums, and faries
Loves and other such things
We find this thing known as reality
To many
It greets with a harshness
To which we seek not to know
Cold an dark
Grey and black
Unyeilding and putrid
For some few
They may find some happiness in the dreams
But nothing...
Nothing can compare to one
One that is too real
Nothing will compare to the bliss it forms
While the projector of the mind rolls
Yet while the credits roll
And our matinee is done
The reality that forms
Will drive beings to insanity
Attempting to find such a place again
We fight in vain
For our dreams
Fooling us from what is
And temting us with our hopes
Yet leaving us back in our harsh reality
Away from that far off state of being
Where your essence is always
And all you want is yours
Ever drowning in truth of reality
Waiting
Wanting
Hopeing
Someday for a glimmer of dream to be true

09/10/2002

Posted on 09/10/2002
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